Chapter 272 Master Changkong, help!
"Okay!"
A cheer suddenly sounded outside the window, breaking the silence between Shijiu and Changkong.
"It's quite lively outside."
Listening to the movement outside for a long time, he looked out the window with interest.
"Little monk, let's go shopping down there."
Shi Jiu said, without waiting for Chang Kong to respond, he took out a hairpin and was about to insert it into his hair.
"Come on, little monk."
Chang Kong suddenly stretched out his hand, held Shi Jiu's hand holding the hairpin, and led her to the dressing table.
On the dressing table, there is a large round mirror.
In the mirror, the woman has bright eyes and white teeth, and the monk's face is like a crown of jade.
Shijiu looked at a head of black hair running across Chang Kong's fingertips, and felt a strange feeling in his heart.
The black hair gradually becomes dry on Chang Kong’s fingertips.
In the mirror, Chang Kong’s fingers were nimble, and the shiny black hair was woven by his fingers.
The hairpin on the dressing table was held in his hand and inserted into the bun he had braided.
"Little monk, you are quite skilled at combing your hair."
Looking at himself in the mirror, Shijiu chuckled.
Chang Kong picked up the Buddhist string again and nodded slightly, "As long as the donor doesn't dislike it."
He didn't know why, but when he picked up the comb, he combed it in the donor's hair. After passing by, he didn't feel unfamiliar at all.
It seems that he has practiced this kind of action many times...
Just waiting for this to come in handy one day.
"Shi Donor, let's go."
I couldn't hear Shi Jiu's words, Chang Kong was twisting the Buddha string, and for some reason, he felt a little nervous.
He didn’t know what he was nervous about.
“Let’s go.”
Shijiu looked at himself in the mirror, curled his red lips, pulled Chang Kong's loose monk robe, and left the inn.
On an autumn night in the human world, the full moon hangs in the sky, shining brightly. The breeze blows, the leaves rustle, and there are even many yellowed leaves falling from the sky. "Little monk, everyone has dispersed."
Shijiu looked at the deserted street and glanced at Chang Kong with some depression.
It was him who had just combed his hair for so long that the excitement was gone.
"Almsgiver, how about I go back and drink with you, little monk?"
Chang Kong heard the unhappiness in her tone, twisted the Buddha string, and took out a few jars of good wine from the storage space.
He knew that Shijiu, like him, liked to drink.
“Let me smell it.”
Shijiu’s eyes lit up, he held a jar of good wine, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “Good wine!”
"Let's go, let's go!"
Smelling the good wine, Jiujiu couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled Chang Kong and walked to the inn, "Let's go drink."
There is wine. , there was a young monk, and the depression he had just felt for a long time was naturally swept away.
Seeing how anxious Shijiu was, Chang Kong couldn't help but chuckle as he was being pulled away.
“What are you laughing at!?”
Shijiu heard Chang Kong's deep laughter and turned to glare at him.
"Master Changkong, help!"
Just as Shijiu and Changkong were walking towards the inn playfully, a petite-looking girl ran towards them anxiously .
Shijiu paused slightly and looked at the girl with squinted eyes.
She had met her before. She was the girl who was thinking about her soul umbrella when she was in Golden Crow City. Her name should be Tan Qin.
"Master Changkong, help me!"
Qin Qin didn't expect that she would meet Master Changkong here!
What a life-saving straw!
So, while those people were not paying attention, Qin Qin went straight towards Changkong without thinking.
Chang Kong frowned, twirling the Buddha string and moving his fingers slightly.
"Master..."
Mo Jing on the other street corner narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Qin Qin rushing out without him noticing.
(End of this chapter)